“Kaian. I want to be obsessed.”
How many times have he felt dizzy, as if he had been hit on the head by Claudel's unexpected words?
Third time? Four times?
Kaian was not sure, but he was sure it wasn't just one time.
"Obsession... You want to get hurt?”
"Yes."
The problem was so random that even Kaian's brilliant mind couldn't figure out the context.
"...Obsession? How?"
However, Claudel only said one word, ‘obsession,’ and the red desire that had been hidden between the wrinkles of the brain was seeping out of the stimulated mind.
Thinking of Claudel, who was sickly and delicate, many things he had not even tried for a short time, fighting against each other as obsessions.
'No. That's not it.'
Kaian, who had finally managed to hold on to his senses, asked Claudel.
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
Claudel clearly looked upset about something.
“Try to explain it properly.”
"That is..."
Until now, there were no maids in the capital's mansion to wait on the hostess.
The Duke of Temnes was having a hard time with virgins hiding in his bedroom at night even on his estate, so there was no reason to hire a maid for the capital mansion.
While the head of the family went off to war, the person who kept the vacant position was Baron Colon, a powerful person who also served as the castle's butler.
He was a man who seemed to have been born with the rules of the Temnes family, and he devoted his body and soul to the glory of his family.
On the one hand, he was quite rational and frugal, and even the way he managed and cherished thr family's assets was an expression of his endless loyalty.
Baron Colon had no employees in the capital, the Duke of Temnes, except for a butler whom he personally taught, a cook from Rowen, and two servants who would wait on Kaian.
Only in Rowen is there a need to fill the matriarch's side with the best, but there is no need for the capital.
Isn’t there a very convenient ‘salon’ system?
The marriage was like roasting beans in the heat of lightning, and the decision to attend a royal event was also sudden.
If he had had enough time, the meticulous butler would not have handled things this way, but no matter how thorough Baron Colon was, it was natural that he would not have thought that the head of the house would abandon the maid and seamstress in the hunting field and bring her to the mansion as if kidnapping his wife.
Anyway, in the absence of Hannah and Madame Marcel, the people who will serve Claudel are maids who have been hired temporarily on the recommendation of Madame Cronach of Salon Arvo, who is all in high spirits.
Unfortunately, because their careers were short and there was no one in the duchy to control the maids, they lacked education.
'She's very pretty, but I think it's for ornamental purposes only.'
'The Duke deserves to have high standards.'
Claudel called them.
'For a moment. What do you mean by what you just said?'
As she questioned her, thr maids, who became the contemplation, immediately got down on their knees and begged her.
'Sorry, Duchess.'
'Please forgive me. Please have mercy.'
'I'm asking what you meant.'
It was true that Claudel lacked experience in the social world, and that she had a lot of worries about living a terminally ill marriage with an unfamiliar husband due to a sudden marriage. But she wasn't stupid.
As much as Irena received, she learned what she had to learn as a Duke's young lady, and the reason she scolded thr maids at times like this was because she had learned from Kaian that momentum was important, and she knew it well.
The maids, who seemed meek and quiet, were frightened by her questioning them and started crying without even saying a few words.
'There's a book we read when we're bored.'
'It's a book about a love story between a handsome nobleman and a young lady.'
It was a story that somehow felt familiar.
'If you look there, you'll see the traces of colorful lips.'
'There's a story about him persistently harassing her all night... No.'
The problem was that the maids, who excused themselves by saying, ‘It’s not because you didn’t,’ glanced at Claudel’s clean, white shoulders and neck.
“What about low-quality books?”
At Kaian's words, Claudel shut his mouth.
This is a book that Hannah chose as her favorite and both she and Irena read it.
There was no way he knew about women's little pleasures.
Even though it was unfair, Claudel could not bring shame to the elegant Princess of Vermont and her older sister, who was called the Jewel of the North, so Claudel clenched her fists and made her own statement.
“Anyway, I was embarrassed.”
“What are you embarrassed about?”
As Claudel undid her belt, her gown fell, exposing her slender shoulders.
The white skin with only the shoulder straps of the underwear hanging looked as white, elastic, and smooth as warm raw cheese that had just been taken out of salt water.
“You’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Something like that?”
“Leaving lip marks.”
Kaian frowned.
“Why do you do that?”
“It says a lot in books.”
“That book is wrong.”
“Hannah asked that question too.”
What did the servant who gave his soul to Temnes ask?
“Hannah?”
“Is it true that my relationship with the Duke is amicable?”
Kaian touched his forehead and sighed. He decided that when he returned to thr territory, he would summon his wife's loyalists and make her renew her oath of loyalty.
"Yes? Kaian.”
"No. Don’t even dream of that.”
"Why?"
He felt like something was bubbling inside him. However, he persevered and began to explain to Claudel.
“If I hit you hard, you’ll get a bruise. The spot where you hit will hurt.”
When Claudel nodded as if she was listening, Kaian felt strangely more frustrated.
“It’s caused by a burst blood vessel. Even if you get hit, there will be bruises.”
"Yes."
“That’s what you’re talking about. It’s the same thing that happens when you get hit.”
However, Claudel, who listened to Kaian's standard explanation, was half-hearted.
“How is this different from asking me to hit you now?”
“The book says it’s the marks of colorful flower petals and the marks of teeth from persistent biting.”
Biting it. Kaian was the flagship.
'Because the crocodile's bite isn't enough?'
If he bit Claudel hard enough to leave tooth marks, it would take more than ten days for her body to recover enough to remove all traces of him.
No, absolutely not. Kaian spoke even colder.
“It must have been written by a man who was obsessed with making money.”
“Isn’t it in the book because it feels good?”
“That’s nonsense. It’s going to hurt a lot.”
Kaian pledged to find all the novels that had planted false information on Claudel, prohibit their sale, designate them as banned books, and burn them.
Moreover, the long-awaited leisure time that he had been holding on to and wanting to take a nap was dwindling due to her inexplicable bickering. He missed this time so much.
Unaware of her husband's speed, Claudel began begging him to do it.
“Then just give it a try and see if it’s good or not. Yes?"
She didn't seem to be aware of it, but at some point during their journey together from Rowan, if she wanted something, she didn't ask him for permission, she begged him.
Kaian knew very well that Claudel found him difficult, so she was sensitive to such insignificant changes in attitude.
'Can I?' She carefully lowered her gaze and instead of asking, she clung to him by holding on to the hem of his clothes or his arm, saying 'Please' or 'I want to try.'
He thought she acted that way because she was more comfortable with him than she used to be.
There was a time when he was wracking his brain, thinking that he didn't know how on earth a couple could become closer, so he was glad to see her warmer attitude.
'You're asking me for something like this?'
Of course, it feels good, but if he does what he wants, Claudel might get hurt. While Kaian was unable to do this or that, Claudel clung to him in earnest.
“I won’t make a sound even if it hurts.”
What should I do with my wife, who presses her beautiful, flower-like lips and urges me to commit obscene acts, with her displeasure filled with her dazzlingly pretty face?
Father, why didn't you teach me the duties of a head of a household and tell me how to conduct myself toward my wife?
Kaian felt resentful of my ancestor, the Duke of Temnes, who passed away today. No matter how much he thought about it, the training he received for successors seemed a bit weak for actual use.
Kaian sighed and squeezed Claudel's arm. Her thin wrist was barely a handful in his grasp, so he held it loosely.
He slowly brought his lips to the delicate skin on the inside of her arm.
Although he had kissed countless times, he had never thought of hurting Claudel's body like that.
He hesitated and opened his mouth.
Suddenly, his wife's eyes met, and she was looking at him with her bright eyes as if she were expecting something.
As soon as Kaian's eyes met hers, he found this situation pathetic.
"No. I can’t do it either.”
"Why? Why can’t you do it?”
Why? After repeating the question as if it were echoing inside, Kaian realized.
He hated to hurt Claudel.
To him, Claudel was a sick woman from the beginning. He saved her and injured her, she was also a woman.
He didn't want to do something that felt like harm to such a person, so no matter how much Claudel tried to push him, his body would not move like a stiff person.
“Then do you want to bite it?”
“...”
The young wife, still shy, was provocative when her curiosity blinded her.
This is the only place in the world where he can see Claudel like this.
Kaian took Claudel, who was sitting on a chair, to the bed and laid her down.
Her eyes were still shining brightly as if she was expecting him to give her a lump to save her face.
“You’re still fearless.”
“Do you know now that you have no fear? Hurry, huh? Try it now.”
But what makes it fun to be with Claudel is that she always touches him like this, and whenever Kaian makes a move, she runs away.
Kaian lowered his voice one level.
“I guess you’ve always been dissatisfied?”
"Yes?"
Claudel was startled just by the lowering of his voice.
"Right. I was a man who could not satisfy even my wife.”
“No, that’s not it.”
“My wife has no shame in making ask for this and that.”
The amber-colored eyes moved left and right, avoiding his eyes.
“Ah, okay. If you don’t like it, don’t do it.”
“I never said I didn’t like it.”
Claudel's slender neck was filled with her scent.
Kaian kissed her ear and the nape of her neck before engulfing her lips.
As she wished.
He let himself go a little more and violently explored her moist, delectable lips alternately up and down hers.
That alone made Claudel nervous, straining his body and not knowing what to do.
"Ha. For a moment. Leave this alone.”
Kaian looked down, trapping Claudel under his arms.
“You know we haven’t even started yet, right?”
Third time? Four times?
Kaian was not sure, but he was sure it wasn't just one time.
"Obsession... You want to get hurt?”
"Yes."
The problem was so random that even Kaian's brilliant mind couldn't figure out the context.
"...Obsession? How?"
However, Claudel only said one word, ‘obsession,’ and the red desire that had been hidden between the wrinkles of the brain was seeping out of the stimulated mind.
Thinking of Claudel, who was sickly and delicate, many things he had not even tried for a short time, fighting against each other as obsessions.
'No. That's not it.'
Kaian, who had finally managed to hold on to his senses, asked Claudel.
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
Claudel clearly looked upset about something.
“Try to explain it properly.”
"That is..."
Until now, there were no maids in the capital's mansion to wait on the hostess.
The Duke of Temnes was having a hard time with virgins hiding in his bedroom at night even on his estate, so there was no reason to hire a maid for the capital mansion.
While the head of the family went off to war, the person who kept the vacant position was Baron Colon, a powerful person who also served as the castle's butler.
He was a man who seemed to have been born with the rules of the Temnes family, and he devoted his body and soul to the glory of his family.
On the one hand, he was quite rational and frugal, and even the way he managed and cherished thr family's assets was an expression of his endless loyalty.
Baron Colon had no employees in the capital, the Duke of Temnes, except for a butler whom he personally taught, a cook from Rowen, and two servants who would wait on Kaian.
Only in Rowen is there a need to fill the matriarch's side with the best, but there is no need for the capital.
Isn’t there a very convenient ‘salon’ system?
The marriage was like roasting beans in the heat of lightning, and the decision to attend a royal event was also sudden.
If he had had enough time, the meticulous butler would not have handled things this way, but no matter how thorough Baron Colon was, it was natural that he would not have thought that the head of the house would abandon the maid and seamstress in the hunting field and bring her to the mansion as if kidnapping his wife.
Anyway, in the absence of Hannah and Madame Marcel, the people who will serve Claudel are maids who have been hired temporarily on the recommendation of Madame Cronach of Salon Arvo, who is all in high spirits.
Unfortunately, because their careers were short and there was no one in the duchy to control the maids, they lacked education.
'She's very pretty, but I think it's for ornamental purposes only.'
'The Duke deserves to have high standards.'
Claudel called them.
'For a moment. What do you mean by what you just said?'
As she questioned her, thr maids, who became the contemplation, immediately got down on their knees and begged her.
'Sorry, Duchess.'
'Please forgive me. Please have mercy.'
'I'm asking what you meant.'
It was true that Claudel lacked experience in the social world, and that she had a lot of worries about living a terminally ill marriage with an unfamiliar husband due to a sudden marriage. But she wasn't stupid.
As much as Irena received, she learned what she had to learn as a Duke's young lady, and the reason she scolded thr maids at times like this was because she had learned from Kaian that momentum was important, and she knew it well.
The maids, who seemed meek and quiet, were frightened by her questioning them and started crying without even saying a few words.
'There's a book we read when we're bored.'
'It's a book about a love story between a handsome nobleman and a young lady.'
It was a story that somehow felt familiar.
'If you look there, you'll see the traces of colorful lips.'
'There's a story about him persistently harassing her all night... No.'
The problem was that the maids, who excused themselves by saying, ‘It’s not because you didn’t,’ glanced at Claudel’s clean, white shoulders and neck.
“What about low-quality books?”
At Kaian's words, Claudel shut his mouth.
This is a book that Hannah chose as her favorite and both she and Irena read it.
There was no way he knew about women's little pleasures.
Even though it was unfair, Claudel could not bring shame to the elegant Princess of Vermont and her older sister, who was called the Jewel of the North, so Claudel clenched her fists and made her own statement.
“Anyway, I was embarrassed.”
“What are you embarrassed about?”
As Claudel undid her belt, her gown fell, exposing her slender shoulders.
The white skin with only the shoulder straps of the underwear hanging looked as white, elastic, and smooth as warm raw cheese that had just been taken out of salt water.
“You’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Something like that?”
“Leaving lip marks.”
Kaian frowned.
“Why do you do that?”
“It says a lot in books.”
“That book is wrong.”
“Hannah asked that question too.”
What did the servant who gave his soul to Temnes ask?
“Hannah?”
“Is it true that my relationship with the Duke is amicable?”
Kaian touched his forehead and sighed. He decided that when he returned to thr territory, he would summon his wife's loyalists and make her renew her oath of loyalty.
"Yes? Kaian.”
"No. Don’t even dream of that.”
"Why?"
He felt like something was bubbling inside him. However, he persevered and began to explain to Claudel.
“If I hit you hard, you’ll get a bruise. The spot where you hit will hurt.”
When Claudel nodded as if she was listening, Kaian felt strangely more frustrated.
“It’s caused by a burst blood vessel. Even if you get hit, there will be bruises.”
"Yes."
“That’s what you’re talking about. It’s the same thing that happens when you get hit.”
However, Claudel, who listened to Kaian's standard explanation, was half-hearted.
“How is this different from asking me to hit you now?”
“The book says it’s the marks of colorful flower petals and the marks of teeth from persistent biting.”
Biting it. Kaian was the flagship.
'Because the crocodile's bite isn't enough?'
If he bit Claudel hard enough to leave tooth marks, it would take more than ten days for her body to recover enough to remove all traces of him.
No, absolutely not. Kaian spoke even colder.
“It must have been written by a man who was obsessed with making money.”
“Isn’t it in the book because it feels good?”
“That’s nonsense. It’s going to hurt a lot.”
Kaian pledged to find all the novels that had planted false information on Claudel, prohibit their sale, designate them as banned books, and burn them.
Moreover, the long-awaited leisure time that he had been holding on to and wanting to take a nap was dwindling due to her inexplicable bickering. He missed this time so much.
Unaware of her husband's speed, Claudel began begging him to do it.
“Then just give it a try and see if it’s good or not. Yes?"
She didn't seem to be aware of it, but at some point during their journey together from Rowan, if she wanted something, she didn't ask him for permission, she begged him.
Kaian knew very well that Claudel found him difficult, so she was sensitive to such insignificant changes in attitude.
'Can I?' She carefully lowered her gaze and instead of asking, she clung to him by holding on to the hem of his clothes or his arm, saying 'Please' or 'I want to try.'
He thought she acted that way because she was more comfortable with him than she used to be.
There was a time when he was wracking his brain, thinking that he didn't know how on earth a couple could become closer, so he was glad to see her warmer attitude.
'You're asking me for something like this?'
Of course, it feels good, but if he does what he wants, Claudel might get hurt. While Kaian was unable to do this or that, Claudel clung to him in earnest.
“I won’t make a sound even if it hurts.”
What should I do with my wife, who presses her beautiful, flower-like lips and urges me to commit obscene acts, with her displeasure filled with her dazzlingly pretty face?
Father, why didn't you teach me the duties of a head of a household and tell me how to conduct myself toward my wife?
Kaian felt resentful of my ancestor, the Duke of Temnes, who passed away today. No matter how much he thought about it, the training he received for successors seemed a bit weak for actual use.
Kaian sighed and squeezed Claudel's arm. Her thin wrist was barely a handful in his grasp, so he held it loosely.
He slowly brought his lips to the delicate skin on the inside of her arm.
Although he had kissed countless times, he had never thought of hurting Claudel's body like that.
He hesitated and opened his mouth.
Suddenly, his wife's eyes met, and she was looking at him with her bright eyes as if she were expecting something.
As soon as Kaian's eyes met hers, he found this situation pathetic.
"No. I can’t do it either.”
"Why? Why can’t you do it?”
Why? After repeating the question as if it were echoing inside, Kaian realized.
He hated to hurt Claudel.
To him, Claudel was a sick woman from the beginning. He saved her and injured her, she was also a woman.
He didn't want to do something that felt like harm to such a person, so no matter how much Claudel tried to push him, his body would not move like a stiff person.
“Then do you want to bite it?”
“...”
The young wife, still shy, was provocative when her curiosity blinded her.
This is the only place in the world where he can see Claudel like this.
Kaian took Claudel, who was sitting on a chair, to the bed and laid her down.
Her eyes were still shining brightly as if she was expecting him to give her a lump to save her face.
“You’re still fearless.”
“Do you know now that you have no fear? Hurry, huh? Try it now.”
But what makes it fun to be with Claudel is that she always touches him like this, and whenever Kaian makes a move, she runs away.
Kaian lowered his voice one level.
“I guess you’ve always been dissatisfied?”
"Yes?"
Claudel was startled just by the lowering of his voice.
"Right. I was a man who could not satisfy even my wife.”
“No, that’s not it.”
“My wife has no shame in making ask for this and that.”
The amber-colored eyes moved left and right, avoiding his eyes.
“Ah, okay. If you don’t like it, don’t do it.”
“I never said I didn’t like it.”
Claudel's slender neck was filled with her scent.
Kaian kissed her ear and the nape of her neck before engulfing her lips.
As she wished.
He let himself go a little more and violently explored her moist, delectable lips alternately up and down hers.
That alone made Claudel nervous, straining his body and not knowing what to do.
"Ha. For a moment. Leave this alone.”
Kaian looked down, trapping Claudel under his arms.
“You know we haven’t even started yet, right?”
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